Short bits

1. If, like Tom, you’re plan­ning on mak­ing the month of August all about whisky, there are worse things you could do than sign up for Wine­seeker­’s Whisky Tast­ing on August 21. Sure, it’s $45, but it sounds like very good value for money.

2. While we don’t con­sider the Wel­ling­tonista to be an exclus­ively het­ro­sexu­al site as such (you don’t have to have a par­tic­u­lar kind of sexu­al­ity to love bars and hate the bypass, and who you’re doing does­n’t mat­ter nearly as much as where you’re doing them), and I haven’t done a straw poll of how each con­trib­ut­or iden­ti­fies, we don’t have very much (or in fact any that I can think of) cov­er­age of spe­cific­ally queer cul­ture. And it’s Proud 07 right now, so in the interests of wider cov­er­age, we’d like com­menters to fill us in on the vari­ous scenes a little more. Who goes where? What’s hot and what’s not? Are there still monthly les­bi­an nights at Blondin­i’s? Is the ‘Lebanese’ res­taur­ant beneath Spice­ham­mer really just a spelling mis­take? Enquir­ing minds want to know!

The Wellingtonista Socialite Part I

It’s been a ban­ner week here at the Wel­ling­tonista Towers for drink­ing net­work­ing oppor­tun­it­ies. Yes­ter­day was the VIP night at Beck­on, tonight was a Ponoko show­case at the Para­mount, and tomor­row we’re meet­ing up to dis­cuss our evil plans for world dom­in­a­tion.

Find out what we’ve been up to after the jump.

A drink for Autumn: the Negroni

At the wind whips at us with its chill flails, the blustery wet drizzle envel­ops our heads as we peraum­bu­late along the streets of down­town, as the night glows into the dawn with a dull damp viol­et cloud – we’re gonna need a drink to ward off the misery of the sea­son. So I present to you the mulled-wine of the cock­tail fam­ily: The Neg­roni.

It seems there are not a lot of people who will admit to a fond­ness for Cam­pari. Indeed it was not two nights ago that a drink­ing com­pan­ion of mine brayed some­thing inco­her­ent about “ear­wax” when the dreaded C‑word was men­tioned dur­ing a free-ran­ging ses­sion over at mine. How­ever, for all its per­ceived sins, without Cam­pari you would not have a Neg­roni.

It is the Cam­pari that is the medi­cin­al “bit­ter” and provides the char­ac­ter­ist­ic fla­vor of the Neg­roni. A little back­ground: accord­ing to my sources, Com­pari was con­cocted by Gas­pare Cam­pari in the 1850s. Gas­pare, at only age 14, was the mas­ter drink maker at the Bass Bar in Tur­in, which was the com­mer­cial cen­ter for aper­itifs at the time. Cam­pari is made with nat­ur­al ingredi­ents that include herbs, spices, bark and fruit peels. The exact for­mula is of course a highly guarded secret. And as far as the Neg­roni is con­cerned, as with all great cock­tails stor­ies dif­fer, but the most pop­u­lar account of its ori­gin is that Count Cam­illo Neg­roni, a Florentine aris­to­crat, decided one day to add some bite to his favor­ite drink, the Amer­icano. He had the bar­tender add gin. From that time on he ordered the same drink every day. Even­tu­ally the bar­tender named the drink after him.

The Neg­roni. Com­plex. Spicy. Bit­ter, although not overly so. The tini­est bit of sweet­ness to off­set that. It’s a drink to warm a cold breast. It’s a per­fect aper­itif, a drink to wake up your taste buds and shout “Ciao, ragazzo bello! Come stai?”. And the col­our! The rich brown and deep red tones seem to glow with soft light and autum­nal hues. Hold one near a light and your Neg­roni will erupt in orange novas. It’s the obvi­ous drink-of-Autumn for a Wel­ling­tonista.

“Bene, gra­zie!”

Plenty to wine about

There comes a time in every­one’s life when they feel the need to leave Wel­ling­ton, even if it’s just for one day. No really, it hap­pens! And a par­tic­u­larly good day to get out of town, if you don’t like the col­our green, or pota­toes, or Guiness or drunk­en fake-Irish louts, would be this Sat­urday. So where to go to get away? How about a wine fest­iv­al – after we all know, that wine drink­ers are a bet­ter class of people than beer drink­ers – some­where out of town but still nearby?

Well it just so hap­pens that March 17 is your lucky day, with not one but two fest­ivals tak­ing place nearby. There’s the Wair­ar­apa Wines Har­vest Fest­iv­al in Glad­stone (as well as the Inter­na­tion­al Bal­loon Fiesta and the day before Round the Vines, and also the Great Wel­ling­ton Wine and Food Fest­iv­al in Paekakariki. So how do you choose which one to go to when they both cost $25 for an entrance fee? Take our quiz to find out.

Not-so Breaking News

stolen from flickr

  • Tupelo has moved its beer menu to all boutique styles, with only Heinek­en remain­ing on its menu as a main­stream drop. They also have the very tasty Nel­son Bays Gold and Nel­son Bays Pils­ner on tap, with (classy glass) jugs for just $10.
  • Mean­while the Wel­ling­tonista’s semi-tiki bar of choice, Imbibe is now offer­ing brunch on Fri­day-Sunday. While there was no obvi­ously dis­played menu on the win­dows, the people sit­ting con­ten­tedly in the sun appeared to be tuck­ing in to large plates of eggs. Hope­fully they’ll have more on offer for those of us less eggily inclined, because it’s a gor­geous space and looks very nice and chilled out for a hangover break­fast.
  • And finally, the Domin­ion Post can as usu­al be relied on to run front-page stor­ies about the weath­er in exact reverse of what’s going on that day, so today’s rain brings a ‘Drought!’ cov­er story. Hur­rah!

[photo by AndrewNZ]

Bar None

martini - stirred, not shakenWell, he’s done it. Wel­ling­tonista Tom has com­pleted his mis­sion to vis­it every bar in the cent­ral city, with all these fine estab­lish­ments host­ing our rov­ing mar­tini expert at one time or anoth­er…

Arbit­rageur, Ari­zona, Atlanta, B4, Back­bench­er, Ball­room, Base­ment, Beau­jolais, Big Kumara, Bisque On Bolton, The Black Harp, Blend, Blondin­i’s, Blue Note, Bodega, Bohdans, Boo­gie Won­der­land, Boul­cott St Bis­tro, Boulot, Break­ers, Brew­ery Bar, The Bris­tol, Brix, Bull & Bear, Cab­aret, Calzone, Cam­bridge Hotel, Cap­it­ol, Car­onia, Caucus, The Cav­ern Club, Chamele­on, Chica­go, Chow, Club K, Con­crete, Con­fid­en­tial, Copita, Cour­tenay Arms, Coyote, Crazy Horse, Cue Room, Curve, Dock­side, The Dog & Bone, Dojo, Down­town Loc­al, The Dub­liner, Eclipse, Elec­tric Aven­ue, Endup, Ern­esto, Estab­lish­ment, The Feath­ers, Fer­ry­mans, Floriditas, Fly­ing Burrito Broth­ers, Gib­bon’s Bar, GoGo, Good Luck, Green Room, The Grill at Dux­ton, Happy, Har­em, Havana, Hawthorne Lounge, Hope Bros, Hotel Wil­lis Lodge, Hugos, Hum­ming­bird, Imbibe, Imerst, J’aime Bor­deaux, Jet, The Jimmy, JJ Murphy’s, Juni­per, Kazu Yakitori and Sake Bar, Kitty O’Shea’s, The Lab, The Lab Under­ground, The Last Sup­per Club, Lati­nos, Leuven, The Lido, Liquid­ate, The Loaded Hog, Logan Brown, Lone Star, Lone Star Lounge, Love­locks, The Malt­house, Mat­ter­horn, Maya, Med­ina, Mer­cure Ter­race, Mer­cure Wil­lis, Mer­cury Lounge, Mezza­luna, Mighty Mighty, Milk, Mini Bar, Min­istry Of Food, Mix­jah, Mojo Invin­cible, Molly Malones, Mon­soon Poon, Motel, Museum Hotel, MVP, Occi­dent­al, The Old Bank Bar & Café, One Red Dog (Blair St), One Red Dog (Kumutoto), Orch­id Lounge, Our Bar, Para­diso, Para­mount, Par­lour Bar, The Pit, Pod, Pon­der­osa, Port­land Hotel, Pravda, Rain, Red Square, Sand­wiches, San Fran­cisco Bath­house, Scopa, Seam, The Shack, Shed 5, Shoot­ers, Sojourn, South­ern Cross, Speight’s Ale House, Spice Island, Sports Cafe, Sta­di­um Bar, Stel­lar, St Johns, Sweet Mother­’s Kit­chen, Syn, The Tast­ing Room, The Thistle Inn, Toast, Trax, Tupelo, Urbane, UU, Valve, Vespa Lounge, Vin­tage, Vivo, The Welles­ley Cafe, Welsh Dragon Bar & Scor­pi­o’s, Whit­bys Piano Bar, Zib­ibbo, Zing

Tom needs a new chal­lenged for 2007, so head over to Wel­lUrb­an to make a sug­ges­tion.

Malthouse closes on 23rd December

Malthouse chatterOnly to re-open next to the Sports Bar on Cour­tenay Place around mid-Feb­ru­ary.

It’ll be inter­est­ing to see if the middle man­age­ment-types and gen­er­al office dwell­ers that fre­quent the cur­rent Malt­house will make the Fri­day night trek down to Cour­tenay Place.

Hav­ing said that it’ll be mighty to have a place that serves good beer (and not the stand­ard sug­ary s!@t avail­able) in the heart of Wel­ling­ton’s enter­tain­ment ‘quarter’.

And so, for all those that are, like myself, middle man­age­ment-types – see you for one last drink on the bal­cony!

Bar Wars

The Cap­it­al Times has begun its 2006 Best of Wel­ling­ton sur­vey (not online), invit­ing read­ers to vote for their favour­ite things under dozens of cat­egor­ies.

How­ever, one cat­egory is glar­ingly absent: best bar. They have best bar­man, bar­maid, music ven­ue and nightclub, but no bar (or best Mar­tini, for that mat­ter).

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Mystery bar number 36

mystery barOkay, last week’s mys­tery bar was way too easy: it’s Elec­tric Aven­ue in Cour­tenay Place, which has just opened in the two storey build­ing vacated by Saf­fron last year. Most bars go for a stealthy approach when they’re under renov­a­tion, keep­ing their win­dows papered over until the open­ing, but Elec­tric Aven­ue took the unusu­al approach of actu­ally dis­play­ing archi­tec­tur­al plans and sketches, so we all had a fair idea of how it would look when it opened.

So, now we have an Eighties bar: hoo­ray.

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Piss artist

When one thinks of Jerry Collins, one’s mind imme­di­ately turns to … eld­er­flowers. That’s because Mat­ter­horn’s “Jerry Collins” cock­tail (a ver­sion of the clas­sic Tom Collins) incor­por­ates such manly ingredi­ents as eld­er­flower cor­di­al and fei­joa vodka. That’s hardly news to Wel­ling­to­ni­ans, but its fame has spread across the Tas­man and got a whole art­icle in the Sydney Morn­ing Her­ald’s “Rugby Heav­en” (hat tip to Duncan in Sydney for the link).

When I asked the bar staff about it this morn­ing, they had­n’t heard of the art­icle, but they were amused to read their boss’s quote that “When the All Blacks or Hur­ricanes play in Wel­ling­ton and feel like going to a bar for a drink they can come to the Mat­ter­horn and nobody will mob them for auto­graphs, or in many cases even know who they are”. They prob­ably get mis­taken for mem­bers of Fat Freddy’s Drop.

Appar­ently the name is iron­ic. Really? I thought it was because eld­er­flowers are a diur­et­ic.